Short stories
I was walking one afternoon, as usual, to kill time until my wife came back home to dinner. She worked full-time so I was in charge of the household. I didn’t mind the cleaning because it was a small house.… Continue Reading
Amy was preparing herself to sleep, although she wasn’t sleepy. At her grandparents’, bedtime was at 10 pm, which was a huge contrast to her bedtime back at home, around midnight. She’d always bring along a book so she could… Continue Reading
I’m a writer and I believe in fiction only because it’s the best way of conveying our deepest feelings. There’s elasticity of expression in fiction that allows for thorougher explorations of our emotions, something that can’t be done in nonfiction… Continue Reading
Lena relaxed on the comfortable chair of the private plane stretching her long legs and taking off the purple Loubotin high heels. The flight from Chicago to New York took just 40 minutes since Bionica let out a new model… Continue Reading
I’ve never liked crime fiction; I think it lowers the status of literature to mere sports, something we do to spend our free time and get a thrill when we’re bored. Mind you, I’ve read the whole Sherlock Holmes collection… Continue Reading
My name is Tomek and I’m thirty three years old. I like strolling around Poznan early in the morning, but usually I can´t indulge in this pleasure because I need to rush to work. I’m a sleepyhead, but fortunately I… Continue Reading
Ben had the prettiest smile. He was the son of English farmers and he’d done all kinds of odd jobs until he ended up in Poland when he was twenty-one years old. Tomek was the son of an affluent Polish… Continue Reading
Once, in Argentina, a land of hidden dinosaurs and unexploited natural wealth, there was a young boy who traveled a hundred kilometers to visit his grandfather almost every summer. His grandfather lived alone in a big house in the countryside… Continue Reading
Based on historical facts 1999, Rosario, Argentina. Elba was a happy 20 year old girl. She lived in a nice flat near the University where she studied economics and she visited her parents almost every weekend. They lived in a… Continue Reading
Emi was almost never in the mood for laughing. She wasn’t a feminist, but she’d been raised without a father and when she was a little girl she’d asked her mother why her brother had a penis and she didn’t… Continue Reading